it’s one of those monumental (nigh impossible) tasks;
one of Hercules’ labors.
tougher still than those age old questions:
what is love?
or
how much wood could a woodchuck chuck…?
I just cannot put her face into words.
I have tried.
I have a trashcan almost full with
the crumpled thoughts that I deemed unworthy
of her perusal.
'a face so perfect, God dreams
of it in His sleep.
a face that makes me (and her mirror) the envy of the angels,
the green brush of the Earth.
how she smiles, with the corners
of her mouth spread
like the corners of the sky,
allowing an attentive observer to see
all the majesty and mystery
of
the heavens in her mirth.'
or how I find her eyes so beautiful
and moving that 'they
border on
open heart surgery.'
blah, blah, goddamn blah
I’ve literally tossed away dozens
of verses like these,
I’ve almost given up trying.
it would be so much easier just to tape
a picture of her face to a
piece of paper.
I think that would do so much more justice than anything
I could write.
but, I think she prefers the creativity. oh well,
back to the drawing board...
hey, now there’s an idea!
Jackson, this poem is worth every 10 it's gotten. I'll admit the ending isn't quite as brilliant as the beginning and the millde portions, but because of this verse: ' tougher still than those age old questions: what is love? or how much wood could a woodchuck chuck…? ' This poem is honestly beyond what most people consider poetry...In fact I'd say it's more like divinely inspired composition.. Always, Amberlee
OK, the title was so interesting I HAD to read it....and I'm glad I did! What a great poem Jackson. Very beautiful way to show the sheer appreciation you have for her beauty. I can imagine this won many many brownie points! Great job. Sincerely, Mary
'that they border on open heart surgery'? Could you have found a less romantic way to express that? I guess you could have compared them to a colonoscopy. Now that would have been worse. Sorry, I guess that line just didn't do it for me. j.
This made me laugh JR! The title is perfection. Don't you dare throw those drafts away. 10 from smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jackson, I promised myself I would come back and read some more of your poetry... And so here I am... I like all of it I must say... I will have to come back later, though... I'm much too tired to leave you any good comments/criticism right now ha.... nice read, though. later, Brit